whenever i think of you-
which is very often
i don't remember how you look-
It's the strangest thing
I remember the feelings i felt
I have to really try and paint your face in my head
Your voice?
I hear clearly , like music in my head
Or how you made me laugh ,
The little things you say,
So therefore i love to hear you speak
I care less of any thing else
Doubt that anything else would persuade me not to love you
For it would not matter to me if you were
In the state of kings or of cobblers
All i remember is your voice
And how i love to hear you speak
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